1. The Island, Chapter 38


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Discipline, Erotica, Fisting, Lactation, Male / Females, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Plumper, Spanking, Threesome, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 87.3, Source: sexstories.com

    fingers, then started in again on her cunt as she settled back down, my mouth now bursting with her succulent flavor. I gave her oozing crack a deep Swedish massage of sorts, pressing heavily on the buried nerve endings of the hidden depths of her clitoris, and occasionally tickling the protruding and by now ultra-sensitive glans itself just to keep her on her toes. Once she was well and truly juiced up and panting, I began plumbing her depths with my extended fingers. With first one, then two questing digits, I fondled the warm, ribbed tunnel of her young vagina. Applying some serious elbow grease and I must say, true professional dedication, I was soon buried so deep in her twat I could feel her cervix. I wobbled it back and forth a few times playfully, just to see what would happen. “ Jésus Christ! “ she hissed, jumping slightly. “You wish to make me crazy?” “ Absolument! ” I murmured with an evil chuckle. Her breathing was now deep and ragged, punctuated by intermittent twitches as gasps as my moving fingers traced a complex pattern within her warm, receptive core. I was feeling so in tune with her, I knew by my awareness of her quickening pulse, the cute little catches in her respiration, and her freely flowing secretions just what delicate parts of her anatomy needed touching next, and how to best escalate the sweet torture to ever so slowly ramp up her pleasure to an absolute peak. I had just begun vigorously thrusting my fingers into her, gently but persistently ...
    rubbing the spongy mass of her G-spot, when I sensed movement outside of my little hideout, which by now smelled like a private screening of Fifty Shades of Grey at a bachelorette party. “Hi, Gabrielle!” “Hi!” I recognized the piping voices of Morgan and Mackenzie, come to say good morning to their favorite French teacher. Gabrielle was barely able to croak out a “hello,” her body writhing in place discreetly as I worked over her cooze passionately. I couldn’t tell from where I was, but I suspected the towel must have fallen off of her chest in the throes of her squirming around, because Morgan said, “Are you feeding Wilbur?” “ Oui ,” my sweet young victim rasped tersely, trying to maintain her decorum as her pussy was pleasured surreptitiously right in front of these two innocent youngsters. Another shudder wracked her body as I added a little thumb massage to her clitoris on top of the vaginal pounding I was already giving her. “Is Dave sleeping?” Mackenzie asked in a stage whisper. “I sink zo,” wheezed the frantic Frenchwoman. I could feel spasms wracking her tight tunnel as she approached climax, and gave no quarter, continuing my digital assault on her femininity. Little grunts kept erupting from her, and the girls must have thought the sounds a bit odd, for they began interrogating her. “Does it feel good to breastfeed? Is that why you keep jumping?” Mackenzie asked curiously. “I always wondered. I was holding my baby niece a few months ago and she started sucking on my ...